You sat tight, as the man licked his lips and stroked
your bloody appendage. The phone rang six times, but no one would pick up. Then
suddenly the sound of your mom entered your ears. Before you could make even the
slightest peep, the man beside you put his wrinkled hand over your mouth, and
grabbing the telephone out of your hand shoved it down hard into its place. Then
he let go with a grin.

“What the @#$! is wrong with you? You
exclaim with protest.

“Blood makes me happy, especially young
human blood,” he replied,” it’s so juicy and sweet, not like the blood of
a dog or a cat.” Just then you notice, the empty room next to this one, full
of dead rodents and cats, their shriveled bodies lying limp on the cold earthen
ground. Next the vampire bit your arm, and started to suck your blood. Your
thrashing ended slowly, as your life force was drained out. Out it seeped, and
into the man, making him younger and stronger by the minute. Finally, when you
died completely, the beast took your corpse, and dragged it into the adjacent
room. After shutting the door, he wiped up his bloody face.